The Henson Journals

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10th Sunday after Trinity, August 8th, 1915.

370th day

In the corrupt currents of this world

Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,

And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself

Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above;

There is no shuffling, there the action lies

In his true nature, & we ourselves compell'd

Even to the teeth & forehead of our faults

To give in evidence.

I chose (in my bath!) the text on which to preach to the troops at Darlington. "The earth is the Lord's & the fullness thereof: the world & they that dwell therein". The substance of the sermon had been prepared yesterday. Colonel Grimshaw & his brother fetched me in a motor, & drove me to the camp which was pleasantly situated in a Park beyond Darlington. The Church Parade went off well enough, & everybody assured me that my address was heard. Many of the officers were leaving for the front, & said goodbye to me with signs of emotion. Major Carter V.C. & his wife drove me back to Durham, & stayed to lunch. After Evensong an officer named Priestly with his wife came to tea, & went over the Deanery. Then I betook myself to writing letters.

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